User blog comment:Corbus/A Game Of Fate/@comment-5656245-20121123232240/@comment-25220117-20121201180125

Finally skidding to a halt, the fox drops to his knees, ignoring the small stream of sweat running down his face as he fights to regain his breath, waiting for his heartbeat to ease to a more bearable beat before looking up at the otter Jonathan "If in yon land was a rabbet someplace, he'd be resting in mine belly, cooling his paws in stomach acid. So no, either way, thine rabbet did nae eat yore scones, madbeast"